"Thank you so much. It started leaking out of nowhere."
"No problem at all. I put a temporary cap on it, that will take care of it for now. It will at least hold up until you check out."
"Thank you again! Wait one second, I want to give you a tip."
"That's okay I'm go-"
The middle aged white woman shushed him as she began to dig through her purse.
"God bless you." She spoke before palming the two twenty dollar bills into his hand.
"You too ma'am. Enjoy the rest of your night."
He gently closed the hotel room door behind him before taking a long sigh.
He was honestly ready for this day to be over.
Von was mentally exhausted. He wanted better for himself and for Saavia. It felt like everytime they took a couple steps forward, they were always pushed back on their ass. He was tired of being the underdog. He was tired of fighting.
He began to think how much more successful and better off Saavia would be without him. He always felt like he was holding her back. Money isn't everything, but in this world, it helped out a hell of a lot. He couldn't help but think where she would be if she wasn't stuck with him.
So lost in his thoughts he didn't realize he made it back to the front desk, with a fidgety Carlos.
Anyone who knew Carlos would know something was off with him. He wasn't cracking jokes or talking non-stop like normal. He was now quiet, short-tempered and always on edge.
Von knew he would have to have a conversation with Carlos about playing it cool. But he couldn't help but think about how Carlos's nerves could put them both in prison. And he wasn't going back.
"What's up man?"
"Nothing." Carlos answered shortly.
"Let me holla' at you folks." Nodding his head towards the back hall, Carlos reluctantly followed him.
"Look man I ain't really trying to talk about-"
"We ain't gotta talk about shit, but you need to get your shit together." Von spat.
"What you mean?" A puzzled look painted Carlos's face.
"You can't be walking around here acting weird. A lil' white girl finna go missing and we gotta play the part."
"Went missing? She's dead man! We should just tell the police." Carlos plead.
"Tell them what? That a white girl stole money from a black man? And when she got confronted a Mexican nigga shot her? Are you slow?" Von was furious at this point. He knew Carlos was scared. But not scared enough to get police involved. He thought Carlos was more street smart than this.
"Maybe they'll understand! She was gonna kill you." Von sucked his teeth, waving him off.
"We basically got caught! How do you know she's not gonna say anything?"
"Because I know. You more scared than her!" Von just shook his head before rubbing his hand down his face.
"Look Von, I'm not gonna say anything. I'm just gonna go home for the day."
Not wanting to worsen the situation, Von decided to take a walk and clear his head.
When was he going to get some peace?
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